Life is like a flower
it blooms at the peak of your
existence, then for a while it's
kind of dim. Then one day,
you wake up and realize,
you're meant to bloom
again. Causing your
p
e
t
a
l
s
to open up and
you thrive
once more.
Then one
day you
begin to
wilt.
Until your petals fall off and you begin to stop living. And spring still carries on because of your existence, and the flowers continue to bloom, for life continues to prosper until one day it ceases to.
I attempted to make a visual poem, I guess it kind of worked? Haha sorry it's my first time trying to make a visual poem